The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 302: Find Help

"Tony," Remo said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, "what am I supposed to do with this?"

Tony was silent for a moment, his gaze steady as he looked at Remo. "I don’t know, Boss," he admitted. "But whatever you decide, you need to be careful. Abby... she’s not just unstable. She’s dangerous. And if she feels threatened, if she thinks you’re going to leave her... there’s no telling what she might do."

Remo nodded slowly, the weight of Tony’s words settling heavily on his shoulders. He knew Tony was right. Abby was a ticking time bomb, and any wrong move could set her off. But despite the danger, despite the fear gnawing at his gut, Remo couldn’t bring himself to walk away. Not yet. Not until he knew for sure what the right thing to do was.

"Thank you, Tony," Remo said quietly, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "You’ve done more than enough. I just... I need some time to think."

Tony nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Of course, Boss. Just... be careful, okay?"

Remo watched as Tony left the room, the door closing softly behind him. He was alone again, left with nothing but his thoughts and the file on the desk. He stared at it, at the name "Abigail Falcone" printed on the front, and felt a wave of emotions crash over him—fear, anger, confusion, and something else, something that hurt even more.

Love.

He loved her. God help him, but he loved her.

And that love, twisted and dangerous as it was, was going to be the thing that destroyed him.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes in a futile attempt to push away the growing sense of dread.

He opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on a framed photograph on his desk. It was from one of their vacation —one of the few moments where they had both been genuinely happy, no pretense, no masks. Abby was smiling up at him, her eyes shining with what he had thought was love. His heart ached as he remembered how she had looked that day, so full of life, so completely his. He reached out and traced her face in the photo with his finger, a deep sadness settling over him.

He couldn’t reconcile the woman in the file with the woman in the photo. The Abby he knew—no, the Abby he thought he knew—was someone he had fallen deeply in love with, despite everything. But now, he wondered if he had ever truly known her at all. Was the love she had for him real, or was it just another manifestation of her obsession? Did she love him, or did she simply need him, in the same

way she needed control, the same way she needed to possess him? These questions gnawed at Remo’s soul, leaving him feeling hollow and uncertain.

He closed the file with a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair.

His mind was a maelstrom of doubt and fear. He couldn’t shake the images Tony’s investigation had painted—Abby in that facility, her mind fractured, her emotions twisted. The diagnosis had been severe: borderline personality disorder with psychopathic tendencies. The treatment had been equally intense, involving heavy medication and isolation. And yet, despite everything, she had been released, deemed stable enough to reenter the world. But was she really? Had she ever truly recovered?

Remo’s heart ached as he thought about confronting her. He knew he had to do it—he couldn’t just ignore this, pretend it wasn’t real. But the thought of pushing her over the edge terrified him. What if she reacted badly? What if she hurt herself, or worse, what if she hurt him? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, but he also couldn’t bear the thought of living a lie.

Memories of their happier moments flooded his mind, intensifying his internal struggle. He thought of the way she would laugh at his jokes, the way she would curl up next to him on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched movies together. He remembered the warmth of her smile, the softness in her eyes when she looked at him, the way she would absentmindedly trace circles on his arm with her fingers. Those were the moments that made him fall in love with her, the moments that made him believe in their future together.

But now, all those moments were tainted by doubt. Was any of it real? Or was it all part of her twisted need to possess him? The thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach.

He needed help—he couldn’t do this alone. But who could he turn to? Tony was a good friend, but he wasn’t a professional. This was beyond the realm of what Tony could handle. Remo needed someone who understood the complexities of the human mind, someone who could help him navigate this without causing more harm. He needed a therapist.

The decision to consult a therapist in secret came with its own set of challenges. The life they led was not one where seeking outside help was easy, but Remo knew he had no other choice. If he was going to understand Abby, if he was going to help her and protect their relationship, he needed to understand her condition better. He needed to know how to approach her without triggering a meltdown, how to be there for her without enabling her darker tendencies.

But the idea of going behind her back felt wrong. He had always prided himself on being honest with her, on building their relationship on trust. But now, that trust felt fragile, like a house of cards that could collapse at any moment. Was he betraying her by seeking help without her knowing? Or was he protecting her, protecting them both from a truth too dangerous to face head-on?

Remo stood up and walked over to the window, staring out into the night. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled over his heart. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had made his decision—he would consult a therapist, but he would do it carefully, cautiously. He wouldn’t rush into anything. He needed to understand what he was dealing with before he made any moves. The stakes were too high to act recklessly.

He would find a way to help Abby, to protect her from herself if necessary. But he would also protect himself, protect the love they shared, twisted as it might be. Because despite everything, despite the lies and the manipulation, he still loved her. And that love, as complicated and as dangerous as it was, was something he wasn’t ready to let go of.

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